Previously on Bringing it Home:

At this very moment I had pressed her slightly smaller body against the cool wall of the hallway. We were well matched. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I can’t explain what drove me. I had been thinking about our last encounter and about all the things I wanted to do but hadn’t. My mind had been turning endless loops as I was running and I’d pushed myself hard to get the images out of my head. All this made for a very, very aroused Spencer. 

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As I said, I didn’t make it home Wednesday night. I got Glen to cover for me, telling him I’d lost track of time with homework, I think he bought it!

You want details? Hmmmm, I think that if what I’ve already told you was any indication……. I can leave the rest to your imagination. We didn’t sleep until the early hours….

The next day was a different matter!

I was woken by Austin banging on Maggie’s door.

‘Get up you sluts!’ she shouted through the heavy wood. We’d been sure to lock the door just in case someone tried to interrupt our fun.

‘I expect you downstairs in twenty minutes if you want a lift Spencer’ she commanded.

I stretched languidly, my questing limbs finding the soft contours of Maggie’s body lying prone next to me. I turned on my side so I was facing her. She was lying on her stomach, her hair falling across her face, partially obscuring her beautiful features. She was a beauty, there was no denying it. I couldn’t understand what she saw in me.